People of Mojang, The Divines have lied. We have been kept in the dark about our true story. We have been lied to about our heritage, and this is a wrong I seek to right. There once was a periodical written by myself a long time ago, based on old diaries and scraps of history. It was discontinued after four instalments. It was dismissed as a piece of fiction I had lost passion for. I tell you now my brothers, every word of that book was based on cold fact, and I was a coward to heed their threats. The truth must be known! And now... as I grow weak and feeble, and Herobrine waits on Mojang's doorstep, I shall at last swing my final blow at the deceivers. What you read now is not written by me, but by those the Divines sought to silence. The truth shall be know...- Sangiin (R.I.P. mate, hope this cameo makes you smile )
Hello readers! Kmandy, author of Fall and A Rise here! Wanting to make the world of FAAR massively detailed without losing you, here is some of the lore of the world. Before I begin I would like to clarify that this is in fact the same Steve from the series "Before". Sadly Sangiin, it's author was recently IP banned. So, may this serve as a tribute to his work as well as the origin of my own. Enjoy!
Rebirth
And so Steve at last faced the jaws of Infinity, the End. His people would be avenged. Ishinge would pay. But he knew not why. His world was still lost in shadows. Had his people been good and just? Had the dragon really destroyed it? Steve knew not. And he cared not. He simply understood that this was what had to be done.
He pulled out the last fabled gem, and considered it a moment. Should he really waste his life on the trivialities of a people long dead? Should he not seek to rebuild what they lost? To find those few who still breathed? Perhaps. But Steve knew not. And he cared not. And with that he opened Infinity's jaws and gave himself to them.
He awoke on a plinth of the black stone, with two of Ishinge's followers stood before him, the Endlings. They with their twisted black skin, their blade-like arms and legs, and their sword-like teeth. They with their gaping maws, with the shadow which exuded from their skin. They, the tainted ones.
They watched him, confused. They had destroyed these people in their war. The Endless War. Man had sought the power of gods. The power of Ishinge. They had been anointed by it, and it consumed them. So here man's last child stood before them. And they knew not what to do. It scared them.
Steve rose and demanded to see Ishinge, to settle affairs with him once and for all. One guard went back to the great Temple of Ishinge, on the floating isle of Terra. He knelt before the great dragon - he who sat atop the obsidian throne, and told him of the traveller. Ishinge pondered how to deal with this. He decided that the best way to slow this man down was to test him. Was he man or god? And so he twisted the Endling, making it stronger, more angry. More animalistic.
Steve grew impatient, and approached the Temple to the protests of the guard. He was about to set foot on the great stairs when the beast hurled itself down the stairs and landed before him on all fours.
"Who are you to believe you have the right to challenge a deity? Are you man? Or are you a god?" It asked in its rasping voice, panting like a great hound.
"No. I am your downfall. I am man." With that Steve beheaded it, and carried it's warped visage in his hand, and his sword in the other.
Then Ishinge sent the mother and father of the fallen guardsman.
"How did you end our son so quickly? Truly you must be a god to be so skilled in battle?" They asked of him.
Steve handed them the head back, and it was restored to it's youth. Before they could believe their eyes the body grew back into it's former shape.
"No. I am the bringer of justice. I am man." Steve answered.
Lastly, as Steve was about to throw open the great doors of the Temple, the guardsman's son hurled his spear at him. Steve grasped the spear and snapped it. Then, as the son charged with his sword, Steve felled him with a single blow.
"Why do I still live? Are gods not vengeful?" He asked, terror in his eyes.
"I am no god. I am man." Steve told him with finality. And Steve looked at the spear and it was healed. Steve gave him his life.
Thus, the first and last human entered the Temple of Ishinge. There sat the old god, atop his throne of obsidian, the source of his power. At the sight of Steve, Ishinge dropped from his plinth and stood before him, tossing his cloak of many furs aside.
"I give you one chance to leave mortal." Ishinge told him.
"I am no mortal. I am man." And Steve drew his sword once more and reshuffled his feet into a fighting stance. He tossed aside his brown cloak and glared at the god.
"So be it." Growled the lord of that realm.
With this statement Ishinge began to grow. His nails turned to claws. His pale skin turned black and grew scales. The hair atop his head receded into the skull. His eyes elongated into great purple slits. From his back sprouted great wings. He stood upon his hind legs and before Steve stood the great dragon.
From his mouth poured purple flame, which Steve just managed to avoid behind a pillar. He pulled from his back an arrow of steel. The string was stretched as far as it could go, and then flew at the dragon's snout. It struck the dragon on the left nostril and burst into flames, coating the dragon's head in fiery liquid. With Ishinge writhing like an eel out of water, Steve pulled the pickaxe from his back, and shattered the obsidian throne into many great shards. The old god shrieked and saw through the flames, he was vulnerable now.
The human drew his bow once more, aiming for his foe's neck, but with a whip of the tail the mighty bow lay in two pieces on the floor. With a breath of flame Steve was hiding behind the shards of the throne. Then in came the guardsman's son, who threw a rock at the dragon. Enraged, Ishinge bathed him in flame, but not before he could throw the Last Man's his spear. Before he could compute what had happened, Ishinge had a spear in his heart.
As Steve approached his fallen enemy, the dying god asked him, "What are you? If not a god, yet not mortal?"
So Steve answered him, "I have told you all you need to know."
And with the Steve stripped him of his power, and left the ashes of the god lying on the ground as Ishinge's Realm began to crumble.
Great gashes appeared in the skies of that world, leading to planes unknown. As the land began to break into thousands of small islands, the lucky ones fell into these rifts, escaping the creation of the empty world, The End.
Steve awoke once more in his world, daylight greeting him with zeal. He rose and looked around. He lay in a great plane, as the skies darkened and the Endlings re-entered the world. Except this time they were not here to make war. They were here to hide. He dismissed their arrival, and left the great pig-lords in their eternal apathy to deal with this crisis of their own making.
The Last Man knew what he must do. For years he journeyed, by land and by sea. Walking the whole way. With the power of the fallen god not even the boldest creatures of the night dared to stand against him. He was alone, and he was sad.
At last he reached his destination, the ends of the world. He stood on a small rowboat, beneath the floating isle of dust, staring into beyond the Veil of Sanity and into The Tempest. His right hand was raised before him, and with a flick of his sword the hand fell into the great fog of the Veil.
He pushed the boat in too, and swam back to shore, his each drop of blood creating fish as he went along. As he walked along the scorched earth of the Isle of Norwich, his blood caused grass the grow and the flowers to spring up. He raised his left hand, and from the ground sprang a throne of spruce. He sat in it, and willed the Earth to make for him a great tower of wood, and it obeyed.
When at last he finished rising, he raised the bloody stump, and sky struck the top of the tree, lighting it up, yet never consuming the leaves, creating an eternal lighthouse. And so the First Divine watched as his people poured forth into the world on boats, naked and confused, and he took them in.
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Compiler's note
People of Mojang, The Divines have lied. We have been kept in the dark about our true story. We have been lied to about our heritage, and this is a wrong I seek to right. There once was a periodical written by myself a long time ago, based on old diaries and scraps of history. It was discontinued after four instalments. It was dismissed as a piece of fiction I had lost passion for. I tell you now my brothers, every word of that book was based on cold fact, and I was a coward to heed their threats. The truth must be known! And now... as I grow weak and feeble, and Herobrine waits on Mojang's doorstep, I shall at last swing my final blow at the deceivers. What you read now is not written by me, but by those the Divines sought to silence. The truth shall be know... - Sangiin (R.I.P. mate, hope this cameo makes you smile
Hello readers! Kmandy, author of Fall and A Rise here! Wanting to make the world of FAAR massively detailed without losing you, here is some of the lore of the world. Before I begin I would like to clarify that this is in fact the same Steve from the series "Before". Sadly Sangiin, it's author was recently IP banned. So, may this serve as a tribute to his work as well as the origin of my own. Enjoy!
Rebirth
And so Steve at last faced the jaws of Infinity, the End. His people would be avenged. Ishinge would pay. But he knew not why. His world was still lost in shadows. Had his people been good and just? Had the dragon really destroyed it? Steve knew not. And he cared not. He simply understood that this was what had to be done.
He pulled out the last fabled gem, and considered it a moment. Should he really waste his life on the trivialities of a people long dead? Should he not seek to rebuild what they lost? To find those few who still breathed? Perhaps. But Steve knew not. And he cared not. And with that he opened Infinity's jaws and gave himself to them.
He awoke on a plinth of the black stone, with two of Ishinge's followers stood before him, the Endlings. They with their twisted black skin, their blade-like arms and legs, and their sword-like teeth. They with their gaping maws, with the shadow which exuded from their skin. They, the tainted ones.
They watched him, confused. They had destroyed these people in their war. The Endless War. Man had sought the power of gods. The power of Ishinge. They had been anointed by it, and it consumed them. So here man's last child stood before them. And they knew not what to do. It scared them.
Steve rose and demanded to see Ishinge, to settle affairs with him once and for all. One guard went back to the great Temple of Ishinge, on the floating isle of Terra. He knelt before the great dragon - he who sat atop the obsidian throne, and told him of the traveller. Ishinge pondered how to deal with this. He decided that the best way to slow this man down was to test him. Was he man or god? And so he twisted the Endling, making it stronger, more angry. More animalistic.
Steve grew impatient, and approached the Temple to the protests of the guard. He was about to set foot on the great stairs when the beast hurled itself down the stairs and landed before him on all fours.
"Who are you to believe you have the right to challenge a deity? Are you man? Or are you a god?" It asked in its rasping voice, panting like a great hound.
"No. I am your downfall. I am man." With that Steve beheaded it, and carried it's warped visage in his hand, and his sword in the other.
Then Ishinge sent the mother and father of the fallen guardsman.
"How did you end our son so quickly? Truly you must be a god to be so skilled in battle?" They asked of him.
Steve handed them the head back, and it was restored to it's youth. Before they could believe their eyes the body grew back into it's former shape.
"No. I am the bringer of justice. I am man." Steve answered.
Lastly, as Steve was about to throw open the great doors of the Temple, the guardsman's son hurled his spear at him. Steve grasped the spear and snapped it. Then, as the son charged with his sword, Steve felled him with a single blow.
"Why do I still live? Are gods not vengeful?" He asked, terror in his eyes.
"I am no god. I am man." Steve told him with finality. And Steve looked at the spear and it was healed. Steve gave him his life.
Thus, the first and last human entered the Temple of Ishinge. There sat the old god, atop his throne of obsidian, the source of his power. At the sight of Steve, Ishinge dropped from his plinth and stood before him, tossing his cloak of many furs aside.
"I give you one chance to leave mortal." Ishinge told him.
"I am no mortal. I am man." And Steve drew his sword once more and reshuffled his feet into a fighting stance. He tossed aside his brown cloak and glared at the god.
"So be it." Growled the lord of that realm.
With this statement Ishinge began to grow. His nails turned to claws. His pale skin turned black and grew scales. The hair atop his head receded into the skull. His eyes elongated into great purple slits. From his back sprouted great wings. He stood upon his hind legs and before Steve stood the great dragon.
From his mouth poured purple flame, which Steve just managed to avoid behind a pillar. He pulled from his back an arrow of steel. The string was stretched as far as it could go, and then flew at the dragon's snout. It struck the dragon on the left nostril and burst into flames, coating the dragon's head in fiery liquid. With Ishinge writhing like an eel out of water, Steve pulled the pickaxe from his back, and shattered the obsidian throne into many great shards. The old god shrieked and saw through the flames, he was vulnerable now.
The human drew his bow once more, aiming for his foe's neck, but with a whip of the tail the mighty bow lay in two pieces on the floor. With a breath of flame Steve was hiding behind the shards of the throne. Then in came the guardsman's son, who threw a rock at the dragon. Enraged, Ishinge bathed him in flame, but not before he could throw the Last Man's his spear. Before he could compute what had happened, Ishinge had a spear in his heart.
As Steve approached his fallen enemy, the dying god asked him, "What are you? If not a god, yet not mortal?"
So Steve answered him, "I have told you all you need to know."
And with the Steve stripped him of his power, and left the ashes of the god lying on the ground as Ishinge's Realm began to crumble.
Great gashes appeared in the skies of that world, leading to planes unknown. As the land began to break into thousands of small islands, the lucky ones fell into these rifts, escaping the creation of the empty world, The End.
Steve awoke once more in his world, daylight greeting him with zeal. He rose and looked around. He lay in a great plane, as the skies darkened and the Endlings re-entered the world. Except this time they were not here to make war. They were here to hide. He dismissed their arrival, and left the great pig-lords in their eternal apathy to deal with this crisis of their own making.
The Last Man knew what he must do. For years he journeyed, by land and by sea. Walking the whole way. With the power of the fallen god not even the boldest creatures of the night dared to stand against him. He was alone, and he was sad.
At last he reached his destination, the ends of the world. He stood on a small rowboat, beneath the floating isle of dust, staring into beyond the Veil of Sanity and into The Tempest. His right hand was raised before him, and with a flick of his sword the hand fell into the great fog of the Veil.
He pushed the boat in too, and swam back to shore, his each drop of blood creating fish as he went along. As he walked along the scorched earth of the Isle of Norwich, his blood caused grass the grow and the flowers to spring up. He raised his left hand, and from the ground sprang a throne of spruce. He sat in it, and willed the Earth to make for him a great tower of wood, and it obeyed.
When at last he finished rising, he raised the bloody stump, and sky struck the top of the tree, lighting it up, yet never consuming the leaves, creating an eternal lighthouse. And so the First Divine watched as his people poured forth into the world on boats, naked and confused, and he took them in.
Like fantasy? Like Minecraft? Check out a blend of the two here! Fall and a Rise: A Vanillacraft Tale!